In addition to stewing a pot of venison for herself, she also fried a few fresh vegetables and cooked a pot of good soup. Mrs. Sun is old and has just recovered, so she should not eat too greasy food.
As for Mrs. Sun, Changle is pregnant...
Mrs. Sun couldn't help but look at her in surprise.
"Chang-cough, grandson girl, aren't you pregnant?"
Princess Changle, who was immersed in her work, stopped what she was doing, looked at Mrs. Sun with some confusion, nodded vigorously, and said vaguely.
"Uh-huh--"
I can't help it, my mouth is full.
After this meal, Mrs. Sun left with satisfaction.
Wang Zi'an couldn't help but wipe the sweat from his forehead.
I just felt a lot of pressure, but looking sideways at the undulating scenery of the mountains around me, my waist straightened up again unconsciously, and I felt like I was doing well again.
The next day, early in the morning, Wang Zi'an rubbed his slightly sore waist, feeling that he was still Meng Lang after all, and that he had underestimated the world's heroes.
However, looking at his rosy-cheeked and lovable wives, he immediately suppressed this ridiculous idea.
Moreover, I decided to go to another feast.
Tang Dynasty Garden Poetry Party.
The beauty of the Tang Dynasty——
Ahem, talented men of the Tang Dynasty, here I come!
The original intention was to only bring Wang Meng, the foreign steward who had just returned from the Zhenguan Grand Theatre, but his little apprentice insisted on making a fuss and wanted to learn more about him.
"What knowledge do you have? What knowledge can you gain?"
When Wang Zi'an saw that Di Renjie, a blind little guy, wanted to follow him, he immediately became serious.
Seeing Cheng Ying'er looking at him, seemingly thoughtful, her expression immediately softened a bit, and she comforted her with sincere words.
"It is said that reading thousands of books is not as good as traveling thousands of miles. Not long ago, I took you on a long journey from Jizhou with me. The customs, customs and livelihood of the people along the way were not enough for you to reflect on? Young man?
, remember, don’t aim too high - ah, be good, study hard at home, master will bring you delicious food when he comes back..."
Di Renjie:......
Master, you are clearly treating me like a child!
Seeing that this kid seemed to be resisting, Wang Zi'an couldn't help but secretly glare.
"Have you finished yesterday's homework? Have you done the math questions? Have you copied the map I asked you to copy? How are you doing with the Bajiquan that your senior brother taught you yesterday..."
Di Renjie wanted to cry but had no tears.
Master, I won’t go!
After successfully persuading the young apprentice, Wang Zi'an couldn't help but feel very good. When he looked back, he saw that the other young apprentice had successfully dressed himself up as a follower, with his head raised in a coquettish manner.
"Master, let's go, I've prepared everything for you -"
As he spoke, he raised the package in his hand.
Wang Zi’an:……
I'm going out to attend a poetry party, and I need to prepare some shit——
This is personal essence, which cannot be thrown away.
"Not bad--"
Wang Zi'an could only nod his head repeatedly with a look of relief.
"Junior brother, remember to study hard at home. When I come back, you will have to check your homework..."
As he said this, he followed Wang Zi'an, not forgetting to turn back and tell his junior brother with a friendly face, and then followed his master and walked away proudly.
Di Renjie:......
the Kongs.
Seeing his granddaughter eagerly dragging him out early in the morning, Kong Yingda couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart. This was the first time he saw his granddaughter looking forward to the poetry meeting so much.
If this had happened before, he would have been happy to see it happen, but today, he couldn't help but feel a little bitter.
He knew in his heart that all these changes were entirely due to that brat Wang Zi'an.
It’s a pity, if it had been——
"Big father——"
Seeing his granddaughter shaking her arm with a cute look on her face, Kong Yingda couldn't help but temporarily put down her thoughts, with a kind smile on her face.
"Okay, okay, okay, let's set off now -"
The location of the garden poetry party was set at the Peony Garden by the Qujiang Pool.
This can be considered a routine.
Every spring season, young talents from Chang'an like to gather here to hold various poetry gatherings. Among them, the most famous and influential one is of course the poetry gathering held by the Confucius family.
As the 31st grandson of Confucius, Kong Yingda was also a great scholar of Confucian classics. He was like a scholar in the Tang Dynasty, so the poetry gathering held at their house would naturally attract the attention of many people.
Even some great scholars and dignitaries of the day would sometimes come to the scene in person to join in the fun. Sometimes, if they felt like it, they would go out in person to compose poems and poems, or they might act as a judge if they felt like it.
If you are lucky enough to get one or two words of praise from them, your reputation will rise the next day.
What's more, the person who has hosted the garden poetry party in recent years is Kong Ling'er, the granddaughter of the Kong family who is famous in Chang'an for both her talents and beauty. Everyone is even more interested, and it can even be said that they are flocking to her.
Therefore, almost every year, the Confucius Garden Poetry Party will become a grand gathering for scholars in Chang'an, and this year's is no exception.
Kong Yingda and Kong Ling'er left early today, but even so, the peony garden was already overcrowded when people arrived.
"Kong offers wine, Lady Kong——"
Wherever he passed, there was a burst of greetings.
Kong Yingda responded with a smile and a slight nod, and Kong Ling'er followed beside him, showing a just right gentle smile, which attracted many young talents and made them fascinated.
If he can get a wife like this, what else can a husband ask for?
such a pity--
I can't get into the eyes of other girls, which makes me feel helpless.
I don’t know whose head this most bookish flower of the Tang Dynasty will eventually fall on.
Although there were many people coming, most of them were younger people, and there was no one who needed to be greeted by Kong Yingda personally. Therefore, Kong Yingda's ancestors and grandson walked all the way to the innermost pavilion and sat down, while making tea by themselves.
While admiring the scenery in front of you.
Sitting here, you can have a commanding view of the garden.
In the distance is the rippling Qujiang Pond, and nearby are large tracts of peonies. It is the late spring season, and the peonies are in full bloom. The large flowers are gathered together to form a pink, delicate and delicate flower.
A sea of wild flowers.
Looking from the pavilion, the place you enter is filled with brilliant purples and reds, which is so beautiful.
As everyone knows, they are looking at the scenery here, and the people looking at the scenery are also looking at you elsewhere. To be precise, they are looking at Kong Ling'er. She is like a gentle and delicate picture, just sitting there,
There is a sense of intellectual beauty in the book that makes people unable to help but admire it.
Although many people admired him in their hearts, they did not dare to rush forward and disturb him.
But there are always exceptions.
Although Kong Yingda has a transcendent status, and Kong Ling'er is also a famous talented woman in Chang'an, in the eyes of some big families, they don't think they can do much, such as Cui Zihao at this moment.
He just thought he was pretty good.
At least, after Wang Zi'an got married, he felt that he was good again.